No Fucks To Give Lyrics - Futuristic

1: Jarren Benton] 

(What happened to Funk Volume nigga?) 

Ain't no more fucking Funk Volume 

All you niggas get is Mr. Benton 

I got them pussy niggas shitting kittens 

I guillotine the fucking competition 

I "what up" to my niggas still in prison 

I'm still drunk and high, I'm on prescription 

Drugs 

Jesus, who the fuck I gotta sell my soul to to get it popping nigga 

And when you see me keep it moving show me love and don't ask me no questions about Hopsin nigga 

Oh lord I'm on my own I'm about to have a nervous breakdown 

Ass up face down that's the way the industry fuck you nigga its east side a-town 

Full-turnt like a-town 

This the bully beat a motherfucker's ass on the playground 

Your homeboy like "Jesus he's a sick son of a bitch, a maniac, play dead, stay down" 

My homeboy still stirring up the pot 

Remember we didn't have a fucking pot to piss in and we was sleeping on the cot 

Man nigga popping hoes eating up the cock 

I got a new trap J's geeking on the rocks 

And that's a metaphor for rap weighing on the stop 

I snipe a nigga with a sniper rifle have him lookin like he JFK, the mothafucka leaning out the drop like pop 

Yeah 

Tell these bad whores Mr. Benton on the market 

I hops in a pussy and no I'm not talking 'bout Marcus 

I bodied a booth in the beat, oh now I smell a carcass 

I tear up the club, snap his neck, break his bones and his cartilage 

Jarren stop talking like that, oh my God you have children there 

I give a fuck what you saying bitch we bout to be billionaires 

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I ran out all of my fucks to give 

We go so hard now they fucking with this 

Fuck is you doing bitch, I'm not a human 

They want your thousands, you gotta keep moving 

I ran out all of my fucks to give 

We go so hard now they fucking with this 

Fuck is you doing bitch, I'm not a human 

Funk Volume's dead, but the bully keep movin' nigga 

Yeah 

Ran out of fucks to give, enough of this 

I hit you in your upper lip, if you ain't come for this 

Don't rush the kid, a MC going hammer don't touch my shit 

With Jarren Benton, that's my nigga since 2-0-1-1 

I'm running circles around you niggas, I'm playing duck duck 

Goose 

I've been on a mission for a million bucks 

And any model that's a fan probably getting fucked 

With no label 

Yeah I got my own squad 

WTF gang hold it down no problem 

Wait that's only me 

I been thinking about bringing niggas on but these other rappers suck like a blowjob 

Hit a nigga til he needs a fucking nose job 

I have him crying like a grandma watching soap op's 

You were holding a drink, don't spill it on me 

I slide you out your 3s [?] yelling opa! 

A young nigga, that Futuristic 

Dude the sickest, don't care who your clique is 

Wanna battle then you'll lose with quickness, lose your bitches 

Still spitting like my fucking tooth is missing 

Who you kidding, no fucks given in my verse 

Exterminating everybody, hailin' to the Germans 

I bet they all in they grave turning 

Think i give a fuck then you got the wrong person 

Jarren Benton] 

I ran out all of my fucks to give 

We go so hard now they fucking with this 

Fuck is you doing bitch, I'm not a human 

They want your thousands, you gotta keep moving 

I ran out all of my fucks to give 

We go so hard now they fucking with this 

Fuck is you doing bitch, I'm not a human 

Funk Volume's dead, but the bully keep movin' nigga 

(What's up with Homegrown, man?) 

You no Homegrown no more, I ain't got nobody by my side, yo 

Split with my management, now I am all by myself, don't even got a side hoe 

I flew from Connecticut end up with [?] like I'm 5-0 

Then I moved in with my team to a spot that I couldn't afford, till' my debit was dry so 

Try to regroup [?] is a lie though 

Telling myself in my head it's alright, yo 

Page after page I would crumple it up and then throw it away I was losing my mind, yo 

I was pacing around in my studio punching the walls and the floor like a psycho 

Then I channeled my energy and I dropped Webby's Lab 2, now I'm back on my pyro 

With the fire like Spyro 

You can see the smoke rise from the speaker wire? 

Just a crazy white boy like in Peaky Blinders 

On seat reclining til my life is golden 

Now I'm on my lonesome 

No label, no financial backing, nobody assisting promotions (No one!) 

But I gotta keep going 

I still got my homies that had me from Jump 

They still in the Sprinter we passing the blunt 

When we hitting the road and we gripping these shows cause it's all that we know 

So we have to keep up with the schedule 

Show after show after festival 

Now I'm back counting my decimals 

Paying my taxes and stacking like I should have always been doing 

I've always been doing 

You live and you learn 

I'm expected to go from in debt to exceptional 

Money amounts in accounts and I'm killing it now 

I've taken the wheel back right before other people come run my business into the ground 

There ain't a fuck I'mma give, yo 

Got my middle fingers up in the window 

In the ring til the day I die and that's word to Kimbo 

Jarren tell 'em how this shit go